Ume: Rude.

Altair: And maybe you can actually, you know, move in and stop sleeping on the couch.

Ume: W-what? Do… you mean it?

Altair: I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t mean it. A-and I mean, I’m not meaning, like… I–we have a guest room? And you’re way better with Provence than I am. She doesn’t listen to me, like at all.

Ume: She doesn’t listen to anyone. Kind of like her mother,

Altair: Y-you!